What the World Has Started

Money, sex, power, love, friends, attraction, beauty, that's what this whole world revolves around now. Everyday that's all I see, and the only way to get it is by manipulation in some form. You want money? Use sex. You want love, attraction, friends? Be beautiful. You want power? Cut others down to get there. Everyone has the morals wired into their brains that manipulation like that is wrong, but it's done anyway. Backstabbing, lying, cheating, stealing, we all do it. Every. Single. One of us. 

   

Describe Your Mother in One Word

  If I had to describe my mother in one word, it would be: Breathtaking. 

This word still does not do her justice, but it's the best one I could find that describes her beauty, power, peacefulness, patience, kindness, diligence, amazing talents, loveliness, humbleness, intelligence, hopefulness, and many other traits. 

  I know there are times where I want to scream and tell at her; to let out all my frustrations at her, to show my anger about something at her. But, if I did that, she would prove to me why it would be wrong to do. She'd show in the most motherly way why she does what she does, even if it makes me upset sometimes. I'd be shown why she was made a mother, and why I am the way I am, because of her. 

  If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be the person I am now. She does everything in her power to open my eyes to how special I am, but I always close them because I don't want to believe her. 

  She loves me unconditionally, and nothing I do will ever be enough to show how grateful I am for that. 

Rain Sound

No harp or horn

Nor brass or string, 

Can ever out beat the

Sound of rain

Flowers For Kristine

She makes herself a cradle by the oceans gentle breeze. The dew and morning dove's song are her lights and symphony, and her audience is the sea. The memories hidden in a past life's tail, rest in these flowers for Kristine. 

Why Can't I Do it Right?

  I've tried wrapping my head around this, but I still can't seem to grasp it...why does everything have to be so hard...? I try taking a step forward and I'm pushed three steps back.  

  I just want to make you all happy...

Poem For You Dad

Lyrics (In the Works)

  I find myself hitting cloud nine when I see your lovely face. So don't you go changing to try and appeal and appease, you're so much better then fake, Barbie-plastic charades. 

  Don't let yourself become chained up in all the dark masquerades. Just keep on callin, keep on singing, let your voice be free. Don't let it fade.